Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

"The Emperor of Heaven died just like this?"

Feng Zhijia was a little dazed.

He used to be a waiter in a teahouse, an ordinary guy who served tea and water. He never expected that a big change would happen to him when he was seventeen years old.

He was carried along by the tide of the times, practicing martial arts, cultivating immortality techniques, and finally becoming an immortal, and then faced the ultimate mission of his life - to kill the Emperor of Heaven!

His life was so magnificent, and his final step was so dazzling.

But there were also countless bones behind him, and his uncle also died on this road.

If he could do it again, he would rather be a waiter in a teahouse.

When all the distracting thoughts in his mind were flooding in like a flood, a call sounded in his ears.

"Emperor of Heaven, it's time for you to ascend the throne."

Feng Zhijia did not look at the source of the sound, because his spiritual consciousness was spreading throughout the body and he understood everything.

But he was still sighing in his heart: "Emperor of Heaven? I became the Emperor of Heaven?"

He still finds it hard to believe the result.

I never thought that I would become the so-called Emperor of Heaven.

“Is the one who killed the Emperor of Heaven the Emperor of Heaven?” Feng Zhijia stopped in front of the supreme throne floating on the jade steps.

"Please ask the Emperor to ascend the throne!"

Behind him was a group of human figures and a circle of horrific scenes of destruction.

The capital of the Emperor of Heaven had been shattered by the Heavenly Lords who followed Feng Zhijia and many of Feng Zhijia's companions, and the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm had also been destroyed by the war.

Most of the immortals who protected the Emperor of Heaven have also died, and only a few remain, hiding in the caves between the fetal membranes of heaven and earth in the fairyland.

The glorious and prosperous fairyland has become a thing of the past. Now only ruins remain, with countless shattered debris scattered everywhere.

The voice of "Please ascend the throne, Emperor of Heaven!" became louder and louder, reaching Feng Zhijia from thirty million miles away.

In a trance, Feng Zhijia saw his former comrades-in-arms, who were also the reincarnations of the remnants of the Emperor of Heaven scattered throughout the heavens. They were killed by the Emperor of Heaven and his subordinates, the immortal masters and officials, and then they gave their own power to their companions without reservation, and finally all gathered on Feng Zhijia.

It was for this reason that Feng Zhijia was able to defeat and kill the Emperor of Heaven, who held the supreme authority over the immortal world.

Now he is the center of attention, but what about his companions?

What about his uncle? What about his good friends? What about those who helped him? And the young man Wang Ping'an, who was both his teacher and friend, they are all dead.

Because they are the reincarnation of the remnant of the Emperor of Heaven, there is no possibility of them returning.

But they were originally one, and when they were combined into one, they became the Emperor of Heaven. When they gave all their power to Feng Zhijia, they also abandoned the possibility of their own reincarnation.

"So, I am the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is me."

Feng Zhijia suddenly had an epiphany.

The footsteps that had stopped moving forward again, step by step...

He gradually climbed up the platform and stood in front of the seat. The thunderous cheers of nominations gradually died down, but all the fanatical eyes were still focused on him.

"After three hundred years of fighting in the heavens, I have finally achieved the Nine-Nine Supreme Realm." Feng Zhijia sighed heavily.

He slowly landed on the throne, sat cross-legged, and waited for the thunderous cheers from all living beings around him.

"Your subjects, we pay our respects to the Emperor of Heaven!" The voices were like thunder, from the border of the fairyland to the center of the fairyland, all living beings shouted in unison, as if the entire fairyland was shaking.

In fact, the entire fairy world was indeed in turmoil, the spiritual energy was restless with the hustle and bustle, and the avenue was also "shouting" happily. Everything seemed to be welcoming him to ascend the throne.

Even the hearts and seas of heaven, separated by an unknown amount of space, could hear the immortal world cheering for the ascension of their new master.

In the Nine Netherworlds, each of the seven cities has its own master, but they are also united in the dark. Countless wandering souls wander in the Nine Netherworlds and finally gather in the seven cities.

The seven cities have clear divisions of labor. One city gathers the human race, one city gathers the celestial beings, one city gathers the demon race, and one city gathers the barbarians...

After the physical bodies of the creatures in all realms die, if they are lucky enough, they will be reborn as ghosts. These souls will be attracted here by the pulling force emanating from the Nine Netherworlds in the dark, and then become wandering souls here.

So at first the seven cities still abided by the rule of collecting the souls of the races under their jurisdiction, but later on, as the number of living species in the various worlds increased, more and more souls were drawn to the Nine Netherworlds, so the seven cities no longer only collected the souls of one race, but also brought in the souls of other races.

All these things happened, and although time passed, the seven cities gradually merged. It was not that the seven cities merged into one, but the wills of the seven cities were blended and the laws were supplemented.

Now, at this critical moment in the heavens, six of the seven city lords gathered together to watch the scene in the fairyland.

Why are there only six? It’s because the Lord of Human City, Immortal Lord Wu Zang, has gone to ask the Emperor of Heaven to protect him, so they can’t gather together this time.

"The Emperor of Heaven has been defeated." The former Lord of the Seven Emotions, now the Lord of Hell with the Seven Emotions breathed a sigh of relief, as if this breath had been pent up in his heart for many years.

But it was true. He had been holding this grudge in his chest ever since he was still in the fairyland. He always thought that he was exiled to the Nine Netherworld, so he always had resentment towards the Emperor of Heaven.

As for the Immortal Old Man, he dare not and will not feel any resentment, because he knows clearly who in this world is the Immortal Old Man’s biological son or daughter. They are the celestial beings, especially the first generation celestial beings like him, who were created by the Immortal Old Man himself.

In fact, he understood one thing better, that is, the fairyland was actually opened up by the immortal old man.

Therefore, he would not have any complaints no matter who the old immortal passed on the fairyland to, but he would still feel dissatisfied in his heart.

Why is it this kid?

Now seeing Emperor Tianyang being beaten into ashes, he naturally felt relieved.

However, he was well-informed and knew the foreshadowing of this incident.

That is to free Emperor Yang from the curse of the Demon Marshal.

This matter is of utmost priority.

But he did not intervene, and did not intend to take this opportunity to assassinate Emperor Tianyang.

Because I just told him that the era of Emperor Tianyang was coming to an end.

Just like the time of the immortal master.

It’s just that the end of the Immortal Old Era was a result of the Immortal Old going with the flow. Otherwise, with the Immortal Old’s cultivation level back then, who could go against his will?

However, the era of Emperor Yang today did not end on his own initiative, but he was forced to do so as it was the trend of the times.

He just needs to wait for Emperor Tianyang to get caught in his own trap. There is no need for him to work too hard or get involved.

As expected, in the fairy world, the boy who had ascended the throne of the Emperor of Heaven slowly inherited the last legacy left to him by the Emperor of Heaven - the authority of the fairy world's heavenly way.

"The good show is about to begin." At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the fairyland.

Next, it will depend on whether the second generation of Heavenly Emperor will appear or Heavenly Emperor Yang will be resurrected.

Feng Zhijia slowly took his seat under the gaze of the crowd, and then endless light gradually gathered above his head and around him. Its colors were brilliant, as if a brocade robe was slowly draped over his body.

A mysterious force also fell into his true spirit, forming a faint purple mark.

"The Seal of the Heart of Heaven." Feng Zhijia understood the origin of the seal at a glance.

This is the manifestation of the authority of the immortal world.

It was just that what the immortal left behind was a token, which was later refined into a Heavenly Heart Seal by the Emperor of Heaven.

It can only be said that a new emperor appoints new ministers, and the same is true for the authority of the immortal world.

The changes at this moment were gradually intensifying. Following Feng Zhijia's thoughts, the Tianxin Seal slowly changed into a jade ruyi and finally fell into his hands.

To this day, he is...

"I am the Emperor of Heaven."

"I'm Yang."

Suddenly, Feng Zhijia said the name slowly with a solemn look on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhijia's expression changed immediately, from solemn to terrified.

"You are not dead?" Feng Zhijia was surprised and doubtful, his thoughts spread over the entire Central Emperor Heaven, trying to find any clues left by Emperor Yang.

"No need to struggle, I am you, you are me, we are one."

The jade Ruyi in the hand was gradually deforming, like a ball of yellow mud, which could be rubbed and manipulated, and finally formed into the shape of a seal.

Feng Zhijia's heart, which he thought was firm, was slowly wavering at this moment. He seemed to be accepting something, or accepting a fact that was already established.

The Emperor of Heaven is him, he is the Emperor of Heaven.

When did this fact become ingrained in his mind?

Probably in...that teahouse.

It was his companions.

They said that they were the strands of troubles that Tian Di Yang had cut off, so they were actually part of Tian Di Yang.

But are they?

Not sure.

But Feng Zhijia's heart suddenly became extremely determined at this moment.

"I am me." Feng Zhijia said this with great certainty.

But when he was so sure and determined, a figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

This was a person that he immediately felt had a close relationship with when he saw him. It was not like his relationship with Emperor Tianyang, but he felt as if this was an old acquaintance of his.

An old friend whom I have never met.

"It turns out to be you." Feng Zhijia sighed in his heart.

He had already gained control of the power of Heaven at this moment, and his wisdom was unprecedentedly high, so he deduced the identity of this person the next moment.

The Lord of the Five Internal Organs, the lord of the human city of the Seven Cities of the Nine Netherworlds, is the guide for this group of rebellious people who are fighting against the heaven. It is he who has given them good fortune along the way, enabling them to cultivate immortal arts in such a harsh environment in the human world, break through numerous shackles, and finally reach the immortal world.

And he understood one thing even more clearly, that is, the Five Internal Organs Immortal Lords and the Heaven and Earth Emperor had an old ties and they had a very close relationship, and he was helping them just to allow the Heavenly Emperor Emperor to infer and get rid of the bad luck of aging and old age.

The Five Internal Organs Immortal King clapped his hands and pressed them on Feng Zhijia’s chest.

call!

It was as if a gust of wind blew into his face.

But the reality is that not even a wind blows in the fairyland.

Everything seemed to be just Feng Zhijia's illusion.

But as the slap landed, Feng Zhijia gradually felt that his dominant position was slowly weakening.

"Why?" Feng Zhijia asked these three words to the Five Internal Organs Immortal Lord when the last bit of his consciousness was submerged.

The Five Internal Organs Immortal King was also helpless. He slowly withdrew his hand, then stood aside with an expressionless face, waiting for Emperor Tianyang to return completely.

But no matter how long he waited, there was no response from the Emperor of Heaven.

"Yang?"

After waiting for an hour, the Five Internal Organs Immortal Lord finally asked.

"hehe."

After hearing this, the Five Internal Organs Immortal King's face changed immediately.

The other Immortal Lords and Heavenly Lords who were paying close attention to this matter also changed their expressions.

"Demon Marshal?"